"Filling gunpowder——"
As the enemy approached, the ground began to shake slightly, and a large number of tentative soldiers gradually appeared on the countless corpses.
There was a bit of quietness amid the tension, or you could even hear a pin drop, and the atmosphere was at its peak.
"Launch -" As the distance shortened, and when it was no more than fifty steps away, the military flags danced on a large scale, and then orders were issued one after another.
"Bang, bang, bang-"
Unlike the dull and heavy lifting gun, the flintlock gun makes a lot of crisp sounds, like setting off firecrackers.
Hundreds of screams could be heard in the intruder formation, and the wails were even louder than before.
"shoot--"
The violent screams made many people shudder. With no other choice, many shooters had to take action and began to fight back.
Boo hoo hoo——
Bursts of arrows appeared in beautiful parabolas in the air, and then fell like raindrops, stabbing into the solemn-faced, smoke-filled Ming army.
Unfortunately, the archer's shooting range is within fifty steps. The farther the distance, the weaker the power.
The Ming army in armor did not panic at all, and faced directly without blinking. The arrow rain seemed to scratch an itch, and they continued to rotate and fire their flintlock guns.
Moreover, the best range of the flintlock is within 80 steps, so they will not give the intruders more opportunities.
"well……"
Although he could not clearly see what was going on on the other side, the constant gunshots proved the effectiveness of the arrow rain, which once again dampened the confidence of the intruders.
Besides, even an elite archer can only shoot twenty arrows at most, otherwise his arms will become numb, sore, swollen, and lose his combat effectiveness.
In theory, ordinary fusiliers can fire continuously as long as they have enough gunpowder.
Of course, considering the speed of the flintlock gun, the gunner's gunpowder can only last about fifteen times before it needs to be rotated.
Relying on their numerical advantage, the Chuang army was forced to move forward and die even though they were afraid of being killed.
"Exchange——"
Taking advantage of the emptiness in front, the commander of the firearms battalion immediately ordered the three columns of soldiers in the front to adjust their pace and retreat, while the soldiers in the rear quickly filled in.
On the other side, the continuous casualties of the former army had caused morale to collapse, blood flowed, and extreme fear.
Helpless, Li Zicheng could only abandon the front army, replace a group of people, and continue to sprint.
As the firearms battalion continued to move forward slowly, a dent was formed in the army.
This time, the Chuang army learned their lesson and rushed forward impatiently, holding a huge shield in their hands to cover their backs, even if they stepped on the bones of their comrades.
In this way, running quickly and covered by shields, the intruders quickly approached the firearms camp, and the distance was reduced to about twenty steps.
"Have we finally reached this point?"
Zhu Yixi held up the monocular telescope, squinted her eyes, and murmured softly.
The generals on the side looked at King Yu and the firearms battalion that shone brightly on the battlefield, and felt all sorts of things in their hearts for a while.
The firearms camp, like the personal military camp, is a military force under the direct control of King Yu, and a lot of effort has been put into it.
For a long time, the army had not been without complaints, but today they were all filled with envy and excitement.
With the strength of ten thousand people, the Firearms Battalion almost withstood the attack of the entire Chuang Army, and even kept moving forward. It was about to break through the center of the Chuang Army and break the entire Chuang Army in half.
"Haha, there's something good to watch."
King Yu sneered, looked at Li Zicheng's banner with a mocking look, and shook his head.
Li Zicheng was smiling all over his face, so naturally he couldn't see Zhu Yixi's mocking gaze.
He deeply believed that as long as they fought hand-to-hand, these Ming troops armed with shotguns would be defeated and the army would be victorious.
"It's all worth it."
Li Zicheng's single eye was shining with light, and his smile became brighter and brighter.
"Put on the bayonet -" a dull voice sounded.
The musketeers paused for a moment, then quickly took out a foot-long dagger from their waists and fixed it directly to the valve at the muzzle.
"Click——"
"Juxtaposed, neat!"
Immediately, the three-stage shooting musketeers stood side by side with no gaps in between.
The thick flintlock gun in his hand is five feet long, only slightly shorter than a spear.
At this time, the musketeers in front could still see the ferocious faces rushing towards them, as well as their unbridled proud smiles.
"kill--"
"Kill, kill, kill——"
The long and sustained shouts soared into the sky.
Taking steps, the musketeers were fearless and thrust forward with all their strength.
Poke, collect, simple actions are repeated over and over again.
At this time, I don’t know what time it was, a light snow started to fall in the sky, the smoke was filled, and the pungent smell of sulfur made people’s faces distorted.
The flying blood mixed with snowflakes fell down, and the cries almost shook the eardrums of everyone present.
In a moment of hand-to-hand combat, the soldiers on both sides showed panic and terror.
However, the shock to the Chuang army was greater, and as time went by, their morale dropped even more rapidly.
For a moment, or two, in hand-to-hand combat, the musketeers, with their indomitable momentum, crushed a large number of intruders.
The thick armor gives them incomparable confidence and security.
As the war drums beat fast, the Ming army rushed forward like a raging tide, speeding up their pace.
Li Zicheng was furious and cursed angrily.
From the perspective of Bai Guangen, who was leading the troops in the battle, the situation had changed. His face was solemn: "The King of Yu will be victorious!"
"Tie on a red scarf and kill me——"
In an instant, he made up his mind, and the soldiers under his command put on triangular scarves and changed their appearance.
Immediately, thousands of soldiers and horses immediately changed direction and headed towards Li Zicheng's Chinese army.
There, the broken limbs and broken arms on the ground all told the news of victory.
As soon as he moved, a chain reaction immediately occurred.
"Damn it, Bai Guangen has been replaced too early."
Zuo Guangxian had a gray beard and gritted his teeth. He couldn't help but wave his hand and obeyed the order directly.
This time, several other Ming troops who surrendered were brought along.
As a result, Li Zicheng felt the crisis: the Chinese army was in danger——
As a result, the surrounding insurgent troops gathered like a tide again, vowing to defend the safety of Emperor Dashun to the death.
"Your Highness, the signal has been sent!"
At this time, a soldier wearing armor appeared next to Zhu Yixi and said softly.
"good!"
Zhu Yixi laughed and looked at the fireworks in the sky. Even if the weather was gloomy, she could still see them clearly.
He couldn't help but clapped his hands. Bai Guangen and others came at the right time.
Looking affectionately at the ancient city of Xi'an, it was the fruit of his victory.
"Your Majesty, look—"
Li Zicheng turned his head and looked at Xi'an City.
I saw that the flag on it was changed, and a huge "明" character was extremely conspicuous.
For almost an instant, or for a long time, Li Zicheng had never felt so desperate and heartbroken.
The feeling of sadness instantly permeated the entire Chinese army.
My home was robbed...
Morale collapsed——
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